One the head fones is on fire this time around stylesMy blood pressure up bear wit meLast time ima tell theses niggas man, niggas can fuck around Jada who eva man old nigga new nigga wut yo yo yo yo yo[verse 1]Who really the best rapper since BIG eint hereY'all no the answer to that when kiss eint hereWhen you see me don't ask me nothing about usAnd don't definitely ask me nothing about.. fuck itYou owe me one I owe you tooI would've smacked you wit the burner but I know you sewI'm not talkin to him I'm talkin to youMatta fact I'm talkin to y'all life is like walkin a yardNigga stab wit a fork in the heartAnd the source got motha fuckas thinkin they hotLike my dope got feens thinkin they shotWhen you thinkin of the best nigga think of the LOXI'll cut you're fuckin head off if your pinky ringshotThen cum through you're block in a sticky green dropHop out and let off 53 shotsWouldn't care if I hit 53 copsJulianie might as well be merking niggas'cause the time that he giving out is hurtin niggasAnd all these record label jerking niggasAnd you neva wuz a thug you a workin niggaAnd you herd that shit right there I started thatDon't make me put sumthin up in you're starter hatDon't matta who you are or where you're fromScrew all that I'm not tryin hear that son[chorus x2]Who the fuck y'all want (jadakiss)Who the fuck y'all need (jadakiss)And who the fuck gone bleedAll y'all hatas 'cause none y'all niggas can't fuck wit jada[verse 2]Yo wuld you be that clown nigga in the back of the whipThas gonna get the second half of the clipNo wut I'm sayin dunt be the otha nigga in the front of the whipRunnin his lips with a gun on his hip, feel me dawgEvry body walk the walk till they run into kissThen they get stabbed or hung or stung wit the fifthHow you think you're man hard hard wen son on my dick'cause I can get his ass body plus frun him a brickGot a chick named superhed she give superhedJus moved in the buildin even to give superhedI cop big guns that spit super ledSo play superman end up super dedCall me kiss or the kid from the LOXThat'll twist you're moms out n do a bid wit you're popsWe wuz in jail you proly won't get no mailN if you pumped on my block you wunt get no salesN you're c.e.o. no you can't fuck wit II make a million by June I'm sayin fuck JulyN I beg you to try me while I'm holdin a tommieIma have you're body all ova the lobbyI alredy helped y'allIma bout to melt y'allTo tell the truth dawg I eint neva felt y'allThis album we gonna bubble like seltzarIf it eint doublelar who the hell else is hard[Chorus x4]